Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2020 2:20pm
23rd Sep 2020 2:20pm
lapsang
2nd viz entry for DARK MINIMALIST comp
#SelfHarm
#environment
#nature #SelfWorth
#nature #SelfWorth
517 reads
13 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Sep 2020 11:57am
20th Sep 2020 11:57am
milkstone and pumice
visual for Yeats cc comp
#environment
#pollution
#God
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WilliamButlerYeats
565 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2020 5:21pm
18th Sep 2020 5:21pm
lemon yellow grass
Visual for Classic Corner comp.
#ghosts
#SelfWorth
#AliceFulton
737 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 1:39pm
17th Sep 2020 1:39pm
eggshell
visual for Umas 'THE 'DARK' MINIMALIST ! ' comp
#forest
#nature
#SelfWorth
615 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2020 9:09pm
15th Sep 2020 9:09pm
gentle in sweet meat
visual for cc comp.
#nature
#confessional
#WilliamButlerYeats
934 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'
the obligation of silence.
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
#love
#wind
#metaphor #OceanVuong
#metaphor #OceanVuong
564 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 9:28pm
16th Aug 2020 9:28pm
a song on which Kafka choked
a
door collar
o my dug pup shame, a pet
you shuffle between the corduroy
and the cardboard
of your mousy brown hair,
sea shells
bo’ chained and spliced
to your necklace; a heavy pence
worn like a five-fifty dusk,
shaken,
jaded dark-berry weather
let Jayne play the middle- weights,
let her land-lady mark each banister scuff,
just play and lift your nightie sweet sunset,
a sweet known shade for my...
door collar
o my dug pup shame, a pet
you shuffle between the corduroy
and the cardboard
of your mousy brown hair,
sea shells
bo’ chained and spliced
to your necklace; a heavy pence
worn like a five-fifty dusk,
shaken,
jaded dark-berry weather
let Jayne play the middle- weights,
let her land-lady mark each banister scuff,
just play and lift your nightie sweet sunset,
a sweet known shade for my...
#love
#CharlesBukowski
478 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2020 8:14pm
11th Aug 2020 8:14pm
s a f e to trace the arch
visual: safe...a non-entry for the CC competetition
#birth
#birds
#God
#peace
#GwendolynBrooks
720 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 5:16pm
29th Jul 2020 5:16pm
“If in letter form she had left…”
if in letter form she had left,
in silken warp and mullberry weft,
in mint julep's ink of fenugreek,
or glass ring stains on the table's teak.
still my fur would bristle, would heavily seek
her catholic lungs opening in hinged dyptych
and perhaps her milky finger would write the best
in an April nest, on its whitethorn twigged desk
picking, weaving pollen into a vellum vest
a psalter in script so over dressed,
so my eye and ley should they ever wrest,
the robin's rubric red from...
in silken warp and mullberry weft,
in mint julep's ink of fenugreek,
or glass ring stains on the table's teak.
still my fur would bristle, would heavily seek
her catholic lungs opening in hinged dyptych
and perhaps her milky finger would write the best
in an April nest, on its whitethorn twigged desk
picking, weaving pollen into a vellum vest
a psalter in script so over dressed,
so my eye and ley should they ever wrest,
the robin's rubric red from...
#admiration
#EdnaStVincentMillay
691 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2020 10:19pm
19th Jul 2020 10:19pm
cherubic politique
so uncollar my shirt,
up to the moss around the chin,
and uncuff the wrist from its irregular saltwater beat
unbutton the puzzles that our babies
pretended had flown away,
puzzles that choked
the hearth and chamber.
for you were correct about the stars,
they are out of control,
they seethe from fleeing light,
with their songs
of bloody urges, hear-of,
a red-setter and his cherry-heavy
paw prints on a scrubbed...
up to the moss around the chin,
and uncuff the wrist from its irregular saltwater beat
unbutton the puzzles that our babies
pretended had flown away,
puzzles that choked
the hearth and chamber.
for you were correct about the stars,
they are out of control,
they seethe from fleeing light,
with their songs
of bloody urges, hear-of,
a red-setter and his cherry-heavy
paw prints on a scrubbed...
#relationships
#confessional
#TedHughes
674 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2020 2:30pm
3rd Jul 2020 2:30pm
Nameless Gods
The days clouds creating shattering, shadowing furnaces,
None of us could stand so close
To your ceiling an ocean, eyes of a lid in glowing coal
Tempering a fragile strange stare, an old awe,
Glassware that was passed to us
When we were young,
Looking up so frail,
They rise to their grave,
Harbour in the sky
In the bolt of an eye
The godly sins where sunshine ends,
The things you say with the fury you took in the fall
Nameless gods put up your road block,
Play your show and roar
How could we kneel?
How...
None of us could stand so close
To your ceiling an ocean, eyes of a lid in glowing coal
Tempering a fragile strange stare, an old awe,
Glassware that was passed to us
When we were young,
Looking up so frail,
They rise to their grave,
Harbour in the sky
In the bolt of an eye
The godly sins where sunshine ends,
The things you say with the fury you took in the fall
Nameless gods put up your road block,
Play your show and roar
How could we kneel?
How...
#storm
#nature
#SelfReflection
620 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 1:31pm
11th Jun 2020 1:31pm
. burial / ... in the hiraeth, within the linings of its suitcase
viz: . burial / ... in the hiraeth, within the linings of its suitcase
#marriage
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
690 reads
8 Comments
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